A diseased grin
to cover
a sharp forked tongue
I would feel better off with healthier lungs
Tearing through can like its my last night in town,
but no matter how much I drink,
I'd rather see it drown
Staying up all night to see
days first light
while this timid timid kid holds on
too tight
The smoke that fills these lungs burns
my eys and drys this tongue
My tongue can't speak the truth but
will say whatever it takes
to get a word with you
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